[There's silence, then there was a moment of laughter. It was neither happy or sad, unsettling amusement over what the jackal says.] I don't fear. [They still think he's a child, when they've unleashed the perfect soldier back into the world. He does not fear, he does not care. He hunts and kills for his master. The spear that had remain sitting without it's owner in the ground, there was a carving where the blade met the staff. It starts to shift, like it was alive. It opens to reveal to be an eye. The eye's pupil starts to move, looking toward the replicas, searching.
Why waste his time when he can just pinpoint the real one? A dark portal forms behind the jackal. No hedgehog comes out of it, only a large claw-like arm will appear. It's coloration was that of the Black Arms, jet black, turning into crimson skin, ending in yellow claws. Slender in build, with tufts of crimson protruding near the wrist, hinting to what purpose this unit might have been created to do. It swipes at the real jackal.]
I bring fear. [They certainly gave him something. More tools to toy with his prey.]
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Why waste his time when he can just pinpoint the real one? A dark portal forms behind the jackal. No hedgehog comes out of it, only a large claw-like arm will appear. It's coloration was that of the Black Arms, jet black, turning into crimson skin, ending in yellow claws. Slender in build, with tufts of crimson protruding near the wrist, hinting to what purpose this unit might have been created to do. It swipes at the real jackal.]
I bring fear. [They certainly gave him something. More tools to toy with his prey.]